~ROWAN
I stared at the woman walking towards with her jaw slacked with surprise, and I knew.
She was my mate.
My heart quickened in my chest as the realisation settled heavily on . My lips parted as I started to talk, but when she stepped closer to , the rays of the sun fell on her, and I saw her entire face.
I stiffened imdiately. My entire body locked up as recognised slamd into , and the excitent I was feeling about finally finding my mate faded into thin air.
She couldn’t be. Hell, she should not be here.
But she was here. In my garden. And she was, of all things, my mate.
I recognised her imdiately. It would be weird for not to know who she was, of course.
She looked exactly like her mother, and I felt a slight glimr of guilt in my chest as I held her gaze.
I knew who she was in a broad context. I was acutely aware of the fact that she was one of the people who ca with Henry to see . But I also knew her better than that.
Her na was Nyssa Fang, and I was the man who killed her parents.
She obviously had no idea about who I was, and even though I knew the best — the logical — thing I could do right now was stay away from her, my legs remained rooted in place.
Nyssa stopped before , her eyes wide with shock as she took in. My entire body was rigid as I held her gaze, and even though my heart was pounding like crazy, my expression betrayed nothing.
"Hi. I...I think you are my mate. You can feel the current between us too, right?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky.
Of course I could. Her scent was crawling all over my body, imprinting itself on my soul and it was taking every ounce of willpower I had to keep my hands off her body.
But I said none of these. She didn’t have to know anything. Knowing was only going to make things complicated, and that was the last thing I needed right now.
So I just nodded and responded curtly. "Yes. We are mates, it seems."
At my lack of enthusiasm, her expression shuttered a little.
She took a step back and cleared her throat. I didn’t move from where I was, but my eyes tracked her every movent.
"My na is Nyssa. What about you?"
"Rowan."
Nyssa nodded, her expression shuttering with each bland response I gave.
"Are you...are you going to reject ?"
Her question stuck straight in the chest. Of all the things I expected her to say, that was most definitely not on the list.
Nyssa was looking at with a myriad of expressions on her face, and my hands curled into fists at my side.
What was she expecting to say? That I was going to reject her? Of course I wasn’t going to do that.
She was my mate, which ant that she would be bound to forever. And while I didn’t mind getting to know her properly, I knew I couldn’t.
Not with her.
The blood of her parents were on my hands, and the mory of their deaths as they stared at with equal expressions of horror was all I could think about as I stared at her.
I should reject her. If she found out about what I did, Nyssa was going to hate .
Yet I hesitated.
Tense silence stretched between us, and with each mont that passed, Nyssa’s expression beca even more closed off.
After what felt like forever, she cleared her throat to speak.
"See, I don’t know what is going on, or why you’re acting this weird. But...I think we should talk, you know, about the whole mate thing and stuff. Whenever you’re, ready, just...let know. Or not. It’s your choice, really," she stated, her voice firm.
I nodded once at her words.
"Okay."
Her expression flashed with an emotion that was too fast for to identify.
"Right. I’m just going to...go," she said, spared another loaded glance for the last ti, and pushed past to go back to the main house.
As soon as she was gone, I ran a hand through my hair. Frustration flared in , and my knuckles turned white as I gripped my hands harder.
Fuck.
She was obviously going to have a very bad, unimpressive first impression about , and as much as I hated that, it was better than her finding out that I was a murderer.
It didn’t matter that her parents deserved their end. Whatever they did, to her, it would never justify my actions. She would probably think a heartless murderer, and nothing I could say would change that.
It would be easy to let her go. Reject her now. She would get over it as soon as possible and move on. Maybe even find a second chance mate.
Yet even the thought of rejecting her made my heart clench with displeasure. My wolf growled in my head, and the warning was clear enough.
Nyssa was mine. By the moon goddess’s decree, she belonged to . Even if I was a murderer, every single thing about her would always be mine.
The mont she locked eyes with was the mont I claid her, even if she had no idea.
I made my way back into the mansion, and my butler fell into step with imdiately I stepped into the house.
"Is there anything you need, sir?" he asked. I shook my head once, saying nothing, but the dismissal was clear enough.
He faded into the background, and as I made my way to my study, my mind whirled with thoughts.
I knew what I had to do.
I rang the bell hanging above my desk as soon as I got into my study. The butler appeared imdiately
"Prepare for a eting between and the visiting Pack," I ordered.
It was ti for to et Henry.
And my mate too, of course.
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